This story takes place in grade 7, I had just moved into a pretty rough apartment area with my family. We had to due to my Dad's college but luckily I only had to stay there for a year so it wasn't all too bad. I remember one day in grade 7 sometime after the initial months I was having a really rough time at school. and it was just after lunch when this story accured. So at my very strict catholic elementary school, we often did thing called "christian meditation" which my dad jokes saying "they had to slap the word christian on meditation just because meditation isn't intially catholic/chrsitian" now, these sessions are only like seven minutes but my teacher was very seirous about it and we had to keep quiet. She has sent someone in the winter outside for 20 minutes because they talked and if you know anything about Canadian winters that sucks. So, it wa during those seven minutes when I started to shift a bit. I couldn't get into the mindset and I remember thinking "God I want this to end." just as I thought that, I heard the voice of a little boy behind me say "What's wrong Sunn?". I snapped my eyes open (which isn't allowed.) and looked around. I want to note that I was sat against the wall and beside a group of girls at a large table. Just as I heard that and I looked around, I made eye contact with the teacher but she looked at as if she pitied me for whatever reason. The reason I called him "my little sailor boy" is because whenever I write or speak of this story I think of the exact same image everytime. The image being of this young roughly six year old boy in a 1920-1940s sailor suit. He stands in the pool of water just above the soles of his black shoes, the room is an empty head space that's grey and dim. He's a bit far, but I can tell his hair colour is a sandy brown with brown eyes. His skin is fair and he's on the smaller size. I can't make out the colour of his sailor suit but I can tell it's a sailor suit by the design. About a week later, I wake up to the feeling of someone laying ontop of me as if a child had fallen asleep. I wasn't scared but I could bearly move my body, my arms could move and almost on instinct I put my hands where I thought his back would be. This happened at exactly 12:00 am, it felt comforting. A few weeks later, I thought I had felt someone small grab my hand late at night. I believe if I were to have any attatchments it would be him. Since even to this day, I know hes still here. Looming quietly around my apartment.